Welcome to Broken Promise! This is a short prologue explaining the How and the Why. I am warning that this story will be very grim and dark plus probably long in length.
Enjoy!
Ulquiorra continued dodging the onslaught of attacks from the hollowfied Ichigo. How he ever managed to contain such power baffled the Cuarta Espada. He was a human turned shinigami turned hollow, for crying out loud! How could someone supposed to be weak and insignificant become such a problem for their plans?
The pseudo-hollow landed a nasty cut on his arm, rendering it useless. The Arrancar stared impassively at the Cero forming in between Ichigo's horns and dodged it at the last minute, using this small amount of time to heal his arm. The rampaging Visored followed him in the air, his attacks being parried by Ulquiorra's Lanza del Relampago.
He finally realized why Aizen had been so adamant in going so far as to kidnap Inoue Orihime in order to lure Ichigo to Hueco Mundo. At first Ulquiorra thought this was to set things in motion, but now he had the distinct feeling that Aizen was buying precious time before Ichigo managed to foil his plans.
The Arrancar duly noted that his regeneration was not matching the speed Ichigo was cutting him. It was very possible that he could die a gruesome death at his hands. Him dying was the same as opening a Garganta and leading the shinigami towards Fake Karakura Town, maybe even showing him the way towards Aizen. He frowned; he couldn't let down his master after all they've gone through. He couldn't even think of becoming the trash he had distastefully spoken about so many times.
However, how could he stop the Visored, who was clearly overpowering him? Although his attacks were sloppy, Ichigo had enough power and speed to make up for it and much more. This was not a game he could win with only his skills and prowess.
He narrowly dodged the red Cero and flew upwards, hoping to put some distance between them for a short while. The Espada felt like such a coward, running away from his enemies and stalling the inevitable, just like Grimmjow did when he pushed a Caja de Negacion inside his hollow hole.
His eyes widened slightly. Although Ichigo wasn't an Arrancar, he was a Visored and thus one side of the same coin. Besides, to make matters even better, he was more of hollow than shinigami in this form. Ulquiorra wasn't sure it was going to work, but he needed to at least try.
Ulquiorra stopped flying away and instead turned, rushing to meet Ichigo. The hollow got bloodthirsty and prepared a strike meanwhile he materialized the Caja de Negacion and readied a Lanza del Relampago just in case he failed. Ichigo swung Tensa Zangetsu a little too early, but he feinted and instead used Sonido to appear behind Ichigo. He quickly pushed the small purple cube inside his hollow hole and watched the bright straight lines envelop the snarling Visored. Ulquiorra watched with satisfaction as Ichigo disappeared in a purple light to another dimension he himself had been trapped not too long ago. A dimension that would take too much precious time to escape from.
He headed to the ground and studied the grim and hopeless faces of Inoue Orihimi and the wounded Ishida Uryuu. "It seems that your protector is unable to save you now."
As I said before, this fic will probably be long. It also explores various what-ifs in the story, the most prominent being Aizen winning and managing to create his Ouken.
Be warned that this fic will contain dark themes, language, and violence (something most of you already are used to but still). I will change the rating once I get there. Yes, this is also an IchiRuki, however this fic won't revolve around romance since our heroes will be too preoccupied with other things.
Please review and stay tuned!
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